Whirl on silver wheels High speed drift on a prairie road Hot tires sing like a string being bowed Sudden town rears up then explodes Fragments resolve into white line code Black earth energy receptor fields Undulate under a grey cloud shield We outrun a

Instigated by the stars A little wood to keep it burning Fascinated by it all Behind the wheel wheel against the road next to you The central coast The central thought within my mind Is how to stay within these lines But still be free

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river Big wheel wheel keep on turnin' Proud Mary keep on burnin' Left a good job in the city Workin' for the man ev'ry night and day And I never lost one minute of sleepin' Worryin' 'bout the way things might have been Cleaned

Damn country music The strum of strings on a flat top The hum of wheels on the blacktop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape in Dad's '84 rusty Ford He swore we'd never make it I quit my

But your wheels just turn, down the road ahead If it hurts at all, you ain't showed it yet I keep lookin' for the slightest sign That you might miss, what you left behind I know there's nothin' stopping you now But I'd settle for a slowdown I'd settle

Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the

Gonna ride that river to the sea Gonna cry that river out of me Wreckless heart Take hold of the wheel wheel You're headed for a fall Is how you'll feel But it's all for love

And we roll I take off time to time With those crazy friends of mine Head out on steel horses With wheels and we ride We burn up that road to old Mexico Blend in with the desert Just we amigos Cowboys like us sure do have fun

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling